During the confused period of unemployment after graduation, Yan Zhiyu ran headlong into the sweet air of the "Warm Light Cottage". His world is filled with shaking milk tea cups, blaring closing bells, and meager paychecks.
In this little chaos, the only constant was the boy who always appeared in the afternoon and ordered the sweetest drinks but whose eyes were as dim as dusty stars - Wei Xingye. The turning point of fate came in the embarrassment of an order delivery.
Yan Zhiyu, who was riding an electric bicycle, accidentally knocked down Wei Xingye on the side of the road. Yan Zhiyu got out of the car in a hurry, but the dazzling blood stains on the other party's knees made Yan Zhiyu panic instantly. "I'll take care of it on your back!" He blurted out, but only received a resisting whisper and dodge from Wei Xingye.
Without caring much, Yan Zhiyu almost forcefully carried the thin man on his shoulders, who seemed to be carrying the entire winter. This clumsy and impulsive contact was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water. Yan Zhiyu began to approach the silent deep sea awkwardly.
He didn't know what depression was, but he only knew that Wei Xingye's occasional movements of the corners of his mouth made his heart beat faster than the most popular item in the store. When the dull self was finally awakened by the "love advisory group" in the store and confirmed that the inexplicable throbbing was called "like", Yan Zhiyu decided not to hesitate anymore. He wants to use his clumsy but hot enthusiasm to knock on the closed door of the heart.
Intention: In the awkward collision of life, we may also encounter the light that illuminates each other